didja cash in all your dreams?

week one on the job was great. sure, every morning i woke up thinking, "fucking hell, what i wouldn't give to go back to sleep for another 10 hours," but when the day was done, i was satisfied.

i finally moved all the stuff around. the room is warmer in atmosphere now, but i have to admit that the pods i planned are not aesthetically pleasing. my c. had them in two rows, which was ugly and logistically flawed, but my new arrangement is not the greatest in the world either. we'll try it for a week and see.

other changes: got a new behemoth of a TV stand (but as of this afternoon no new TV had appeared on it) and so had to shuffle around some shelves and stuff. i put two short shelves up against the whiteboard (they are both shorter than it and are not deep enough to cause a problem when i go to write stuff on the board). one's still empty but the other is a makeshift literature cart, holding books by periodic authors-of-interest and traded books related to what's going on in Social Studies, etc.

what i would really like is a big circular carpet in the middle of the room. oh, and the keys to the lockable cabinet because i've been having to stash my purse in the lower desk drawer, which i know is host to at least two geckos and the roach that eludes them. (twenty iMacs or no, public school is public school.)

PRAXIS, manana en la manana.

happy 2005!! i have one simple and vague resolution: procrastinate less. i totally need to get on the ball and stay there. procrastination is my worst habit (aside maybe from the voracious consumption of these cadbury chocolate covered cookies) and i need to get over my dependence on "five more minutes." will not say too much more on that.

chelsea is being carted away tomorrow, which makes me incomprehensibly sad. it brings a bunch of memories to mind that i still don't really know how to deal with. i'm pretty sure i didn't love the car while i was driving it, but of course now that she's on her way out, i can only remember the good times, the early mornings, the late nights, the sweltering rides, the v6 ... "i remember the stupid things, the mood rings, the bracelets and the beads; nickels and dimes, yours and mine, did you cash in all your dreams? you don't dream for me, no." it would have been nice to start '05 with all these thoughts behind me but just last night i had these apoplectic thoughts, like what really happened all those nights i couldn't find the words to ask you to stay away from her, and why were you so nice to me afterwards?

six fricking years ago. he was all i wanted. life is funny.